First Day:  When I woke up, the place was dark, cold, and had a musty smell. Silk-like threads of sun rays seem to pierce through

by Sneha Bhatt (072BCE) (Pulchowk Campus) One, two, three……. seven, eight. Eight paper cranes of different colors lay on the table, carefully placed aside. Blue,

by Sandip Dahal (074BCE140) Mind thinks. Random thoughts just come and go. They may come to and get out of any mind. That mind may

by Shikshita Bhandari (072BCE152) (Pulchowk Campus) “Hey, mom, where are my glasses?” “I have thrown them in the trash.” “Are you serious? How disgusting is